This is the second time I woke up tonight, 10 minutes ago. I’m in the bathroom, on the shower carpet, slowly relaxing from a strong gag reflex. I woke up feeling bile coming up my throat.

The first time, about 3 hours ago, was a weird dream where I chopped people into food products. Mostly sausages, but also chicken, and potatoes. Possibly tomatoes. It wasn’t the horror factor that woke me up, it was because it was boring. At some point, when I started on yet another human, my brain just went “nope. This is too boring, I’m up.”

Now that I’m fully up I think I must have eaten something bad with my family last night, but I didn’t. The food (100% vegan, by the way) was excellent, the kind that makes me miss home cooked food. And the humans, they were excellent too, close family.

Maybe it’s all a subconscious message, or maybe this is what happens when I fall asleep on my stomach pressed against the matt, full of food.

Whatever it is, I need more sleep. Sitting and writing this provided enough time for my stomach to calm down. So, thanks for listening. I’m going to try and get back to bed now.